Jacqueline of Golden RiverEmanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Philosophy
Jacqueline of Golden River
Emanuel, V. R. (Victor Rousseau)
Fiction
"I don't know," answered Leroux. "But we will soon find out. Where is
that money, _madame_?"
Jacqueline's lips quivered. I saw her glance involuntarily toward the
door behind which I was standing.
And suddenly the last phase of the problem became clear to me.
Jacqueline thought I had robbed her.
I stepped from behind the door and faced Leroux. "I have that money,"
I said curtly.
I saw his face turn white. He staggered back, and then, with a bull's
bellow, rushed at me, his heavy fists aloft. I think he could have
beaten out my brains with them.
But he stopped short when he saw my automatic pistol pointing at his
chest. And he saw in my face that I was ready to shoot to kill.
"You thief--you spy--you treacherous hound, I'll murder you!" he roared.
The dotard, who had been looking at me, came forward.
"No, no, I won't have him murdered, Simon," he protested, laying a
trembling hand on Leroux's shoulder. "He has almost as good a roulette
system as I have."
CHAPTER XV
WON--AND LOST
We must have stood confronting each other for fully a minute. Then
Leroux dropped his hands and smiled sourly at me.
"You seem--temporarily--to have the advantage of me, M. Hewlett," he
said. "I respect your pertinacity, and now at last I am content in
having discovered the motive of your enterprise. I thought you were
hired by Carson. If you had been frank with me we might have come to
an understanding long ago.
"So, since you have managed to come thus far, and since I am a man of
business, the best thing we can do is to talk over our difficulties and
try to adjust them. You will recall that on the occasion of our
meeting in New York I asked you what your price was. But of course you
were not then prepared to answer me, since you had your price already.
Well, have you come here to get more?"
There was an indescribable insolence in his tone. In spite of the fact
that I had him at my mercy, the man's force and courage almost made him
my master then.
"You may leave us, Mme. d'Epernay," he said to Jacqueline. "No doubt
your absence will spare your feelings, for we are going to be frank in
our speech."
"I thank you for your consideration, M. Leroux," replied Jacqueline,
and walked quietly out of the room. It occurred to me that Leroux
could hardly be more frank than he had been, but I sat down and waited.
The ball was clicking round the wheel again, and very faintly, through
the roar of the cataracts, I heard the sound of the fiddle below.
Leroux sat down heavily.
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